Sometimes waiting can feel like forever.
And sometimes it is, forever.
Each moment alone an eternity,
each moment its next, unchanging.
Poetry?
Autumn arrived on Poets’ Day
Autumn arrived on Poets’ Day. Some skipped through leaves to the skirl of the pipes, kicking them high in the air. Some foresaw the bleakness of winter. The cold and grey in the cast of their eyes steeled the yellow and blue. Until a fun colleague dropped red leaves on their head and pinched their cheeks for summer.
Autumn air cools
Autumn air cools the sunshined blood, moves on our faces, bare arms, like the gentle flick of a sleeping cat’s tail.
Working in an office in Edinburgh in August
High Street flyerers! Your attention please.
Look out for the man with a briefcase, and madness in his eyes.
He is going to a meeting. He does not wish to be disturbed.
Do not approach him; do not approach him.
Do not paint his face or tickle his chin.
Do not offer him a two for one.
He is going to a meeting. He does not wish to be disturbed.
Inside he carries his sadness. He should be having fun with you.
But he is carrying his briefcase and there is madness in his eyes.
He is going to a meeting. He does not wish to be disturbed.
Countdown
Steve the sheep couldn’t sleep. He’d tried counting people. Nothing.
One.
One.
Nothing.
One.
Still wide awake.
Steve the sheep.
Stone pebble
Stone.
Stone pebble.
Stone pebble stone stone.
Stone pebble stone fire.
Stone fire.
Stone fire.
Cheaters gonna cheat
Cheaters gonna cheat
Fish gonna swim
Accountants gonna account
Look at the state of piscine false book keeping we’re in
I tacked lines by @broaddaylightUK and @misterhsk together and came up with this
Airport early morning
Airport 5.30 a.m.
Stags and hens and colourful trousers.
Veils and pom-poms and shrieks of laughter.
One lost passport and men in a circle.
Friends from Matera are here
Red wine has been taken. Nonsense is being spoken. Tears of laughter are being shed. Just one more coffee before we go to bed.
Pain knows my name
“Pain is not a punishment, pain is always a warning. Death is the only punishment.” (Quotation)
Pain knows my name.
Pain ticks my name in my temples.
Pain whispers my name when I’m thinking of silence.
Pain screams through my blood when I’m gasping for sleep.
Pain fogs my head and bone grinds my patience to dust.
Pain knots blood wet ropes of razoring wire.
Pain flames bite black and tiger tooth savages darkness.
Pain saint martyrs my dreams, saint martyrs my dreams.
And then, please then, the silence, redemption.
simonsalento 